Shandahar Minor has come under attack from
the traitor legions, resistance is to too great to maintain foothold. This is a
request for any available Astartes in the Shandahar sub sector to re-route to
the following coordinates for immediate aid. The Emperor
Protects.
+++END TRANSMISSION. TRANSMISSION SENT VIA
ASTROTELEPATCHIC COMMUNICATION FROM COORDINATES 154.34.SHANDA-M.

THE IMPERIUM

The winds tore through the
landscape, causing their armour plates to shift on their bodies. The cold,
relentless rain never seemed to stop when the winds began to blow. It wasn't
the cold the Guardsmen were focused upon though, it was the wind itself and the
voices it carried to their ears and hearts. Voices of comrades fallen decades
before, victims of the Eternal War. Whispers of promises made to those who
would turn from their trenches, and even bigger promises made to those would
sacrifice any persons who stood in their path to "freedom".

Hands shifted on lasguns, and nervous glances
cast behind them showed the positions of their heavy armour, the Manticore,
resting silently, A voice cut through the rain, its tone one of strength and
arrogance. "Control your fear. The winds carry upon them lies and false truths
that the denizens of the warp wish you to believe are true." Stepping forward,
a massive figure loomed out of the rain, stepping behind him, the ground itself
trembled in protest as his Terminator clad retinue followed. At his approach,
the voices died away, their promises to spats of anger before disappearing all
together. This was the one who had answered the call for aid, he and a small
contingent of his Battle Brothers had come, the Guardsman didn't know his name,
for he had never cared to give it, but the image of the black Raven cemented
against the stark white of his shoulder pad would be forever ingrained into the
troopers mind, as the rain continued to pound, and at his passing, the voices
regained their ghoulish choir.

THE XENOS AND THE HERETIC

Across the battlefield, all that could be heard
was the roar of the enemy. Voices added to those that carried themselves on the
warp winds, that instead of promises and memories, promised a bloody gruesome
death to those that had come to exterminate their presence. This power armour
was not like the power armour of the honoured imperium, it was old, archaic, and
poorly maintained. Decorated in the symbols of the God of Slaanesh, the chaos
marines had to come to Shandahar to allow their perverse desire for slaughter to
manifest itself in the only form they knew how, the crucible of war and death
that was the battlefield.

Scouts reporting
in!

Knowing full well what effect their presence would
have on the humans who had mustered their meagre defence, the Chaos Marines at
once began a simultaneous march forward, their steps a rhythmic reminder to all
those who stood against them, that death was coming. The Rhino gunned its
filthy engines forward, and in the gloom of the rain, the thrusters of a single
jet pack could be seen firing into the cover of the nearby buildings that once
house the small settlement of Great Hope, now a shattered remnant of its prior
glory.

Then a new, guttural call could be heard on the
winds, one that chilled the defenders even more so than the rain and wind
combined, "WAAAAGGHHH!!!"

THE IMPERIUM

An Ork Battlewagon is lost to
heavy weapons fire

"Librarian, this is forward Scout
Squad Daceus, reporting. Enemy xenos vehicle sighted and moving to engage.
Xenos armour includes three large ramshackle vehicles with hordes of greenskins
inside. Suggest immediate target priority given to the newcomers." With a curt
acknowledgement, the Librarian began to direct his forces to the new threat.
The greenskins had come to Shandahar, and the Librarian knew that if the Ork
armour made into their lines before they had a chance to deal with the Chaos
threat, their defence would prove futile. He directed the manticore to begin
firing into the Ork armour, and voxed to the Vinctorus his Predator
Annihilator, to begin saturated fire into the Ork armour. At this point the
thunder of autocannon and assault cannon fire could be heard, as the two
Brothers interred in the Dreadnoughts he had assigned to hold the right flank,
along with Tactical Squad Tiresais, began pummelling the Ork Armour. One of the
dilapidated vehicles exploded, and from the debris spilled forth a tide of Orks.
"First Rank, Second Rank....FIRE!!!" A torrent of lasgun fire erupted from the
trenchworks slicing through the rain and finding their marks on the Orks. But
the Orks would not fall so easily, and many of the shots bounced harmlessly from
their fleshed hide and their crude, ineffective armour. As they surged towards
the front, the booming of four large calibre shells could be heard, as the
shells streaked along the surface into the boys. The sound was deafening as the
shells obliterated what was left of the Orks and left heavily indentured craters
on the surface.

"Prepare for imminent assault, all left flank elements
arrange in Codex Assault Pattern Gamma." The Librarian watched as his orders
were carried out with as much haste as could be expected from the humans
themselves. The Emperor was with him though, as a small Space Marine detachment
of Night Hawks had also made their way to aid of the Guard, and without the aid
of their Librarian, he would not be able to hold the warp winds at bay long
enough to exact the vengeance he was here to deliver on the Heretics and
Xenos.

THE XENOS AND THE HERETIC

The Orks swoop over a group of
Chaos marines, holding a strange looking device

"Fasta lads!! Git deez things inta da humies
bafore dey send us all back ta bleedin Gork and Mork!!" The Ork battlewagons
stormed forward smashing through barricades and terrain without any disregard
for their own safety. The Manticore had managed to take down one of their
wagons, but there was still lots of them left to deal with. "RRAAAARRGH fasta,
FASTA!! We ain't got this red paint for nuttin'!" Spittle flying from his huge
maw, the Nob began snapping his klaw together, eager to see how much blood he
could get out the fleshy humies and their bigger brothers. Suddenly, a great,
crushing pressure was exerted on his precious wagon, and he could feel the walls
buckling in on the wagon. In the gloom his eyes were no match for those of his
gene enhanced enemies, but it was clear to see that one of the big ones had a
blazing purple haze erupting from his eyes as he stared ahead at him. "Not dis
time humie!! Let im have it boyz!" A quick torrent of fire from the big
shootas was enough to break the concentration of the human and the crushing
pressure released its hold on the battlewagon. "Dat's it, shoot all da gunz,
and when theys get hot, shoot more of 'em!" He laughed a guttural, barking
sound, as he lit his stogey on the burning hot barrels.

Squad Daceus reports the
movements of the enemy

Arcing over their heads, the
Chaos Marines took note of the Ork Koptas buzzing and popping through the air.
How the machines manage to stay in the sky baffles them. But they don't have
time nor the patience to deal with the Ork menace and for now, it was keeping
the lapdogs busy while they began securing the archaeotech they had found
nearby. From out of the gloom, strode a figure, clad in a suit of power armour
that clearly had been shown more care than the others. "Be wary fools, that
artifact may hold power beyond what we are capable of dealing with. After
several moments, the artifact's true nature had been revealed, and the Sorcerer,
began to laugh, then he strode forward with his Havoc's towards a nearby ruin.
"Prepare to assault and send word to the Terminators, they must teleport to
this location." He pointed to his two squads on the artifact, "You and you are
to remain here and....guard the relic." That last word was spoken with the tone
of a snake, his smile lacing his torn and weathered face.

THE IMPERIUM

"Enemy warlord sighted Brother-Librarian. The heretics have assembled
amongst a small structure, and the warlord has left camp and moved on to a
covered position nearby with a group of heavy weapons, mixture of autocannon and
missile fire. Our position remains secure."

"Acknowledged Daceus" Before he could tap the ward and unleash another
crushing influence on the Orks, his helm indicated a flashing yellow rune.
"Speak Brother-Librarian"

"Enemy forces have disembarked from the cursed Rhino and there is another
more sinister presence nearby. I sense it's warp trail just as easily as I see
it's plumes of smoke that trail it through the sky. Request your
assistance."

The Left Flank comes under heavy
attack

"Confirmed, and inbound. Honor the craft of death Brother." He cut the
link short and left Terminator Sergeant Bertramus in charge of the defence.
Striding forward he tapped into the well of the warp, to find the power needed
to deal with the enemy. But his momentary dip cost him, as his energy and
lifeforce were drained by the constant need to keep the warp winds at bay. He
felt faster, more deft with his blade, and striding forward, his power sword
arced into a flaring beacon for all to see.

THE XENOS AND THE HERETIC

Looking out from the Imperial
Scatterfield Generator

The humans were costing them vehicle after
vehicle, but Orks cared nought for such distractions. Lascannon fire streaked
past the Nob, smashing into the other battlewagon. "Ya gitz, thats what ya git
for not going fasta, we's gonna be the ones with humie blood now!!" The Orks
could hear the triumphant cry of the Guardsmen, but it was short lived, as they
heard the sound of a rudimentary engine, swooping down on them. "Ow bout dis ya
pink fleshies!!" An Ork Kopter had appeared on the far flank and let loose its
barrage of rockets, destroying the ancient sarcophagus of the Contemptor
Dreadnought. Its assault cannons buzzed to a dull whir, and finally stopped as
the heart of the engine died with them. But his victory was short lived, as a
fusillade of lasgun fire tore into his Kopter. This wouldn't have been enough
to slow him normally, but coupled with the lasgun fire was the disciplined ranks
of boltgun fire, and he spun wildly to avoid them, but in the end crashed into
the earth face first, a good death for an Ork.

Sniper fire bounced harmlessly of his power armour,
as the Sorcerer effortlessly drug enemies from their safe, entrenched locations,
out in the open, where his brethren could slay them with impunity. He laughed,
and sent his invitation upon the winds to any who would dare challenge him. He
knew none would. He could sense the presence of the other psykers on the
battlefield, and only one stood any real threat to him, the others would soon be
prostrated before their allies, gutted, and rent from all corners of their
corpses, by his soaring champion. His havocs fired with cool precision,
decimating ranks of guardsmen and forcing the fools to remain in cover.

Below him his brothers bolters ran hot as they cut
down the lapdogs left flank as if it were mere children holding it. Only the
accursed Librarian was proving to be real concern, as his force axe claimed a
life every time the flare of light could be seen amongst the streets and ruins
where he was marshaling a crude defence. The autocannon emplacements posed no
threat to their armour, and soon the Brotherhood of Psykers with them would fall,
as though they were a simple house of cards. Then with the flank exposed he
would deliver the killing blow. At thought, almost coincidentally, a vox
transmission entered his ear. A deep, low baritone voice that made his hearts
sing.

"Deep Striking, my Lord"

Imperial Troops rush to the left
flank to attempt to stem the impending breach.

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